Well, well-barely a week to go and still preparing for the evening that is, the 2nd Bacolod Jazz Festival at the L'Fisher Chalet, Roofdeck. It seems so fast - we played the first event a year ago, and here comes the second one. It is such an honor to be included in the bill, and I still have to convince myself at times that the very guys I raise my props to will be sharing the same stage : Boy Katindig, Tots Tolentino, among others, were staples in my old cassettes (TDK C90s, Sonys, anybody?) captured from now defunct stations Magic 103 (Rocky G., the late Henry Villalva, etc.), RJ 99.9, KY 99 - providing soundtracks to my imaginary landscapes when I was growing up. Seemingly, its one part nostalgia, one part passion. It is always a joy to share and communicate the gift of music, yet a part of me secretly rejoices in a Bacolod city past, when I listened and simply wondered what a fuzztone was, who were Juan de la Cruz, and what was it that drew me to the cool intro to a wordless song on radio (which turned out to be Sun Goddess, actually). I would ask my late father on titles and whatnot, and he would just dismiss my annoyance.
Now - I'll be playing with the legit guys. I wish, in the flesh, my dad was still here to see it. In spirit, in his guitar, I know he'll be watching. Surely, from where he is now, the music's much better, purer, more powerful. But then - he only had one son. He'll be smiling.
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